What Of Passion?

Passion and judgement often wage war, bold Reason tho', speaks to make peace, and awards Both rudder and sail to unseasoned souls, Who, broken by passion unchained, broaden Pain to deep grief, as in sailing ahead With unfettered ardour, birth more stormy, Ill-disposed fantasy, which covets dreaded Control. Instead, haul in fervour, to form Anchored alliance with reason. Harbour there, Where, touched by compassion, hearts without ire Can flourish passionately, yet fairly act. Willing to serve, eagerness meets desire, Catches fire, and true rapture emerges. Shakes free illicit lusts, then is purged, And becomes purely ecstatic gold-dust. Such ageless rapture will never grow old.